Before a great battle, tranquility must come.
This time is no exception; within the Mangdu Mountain, it's so quiet that even the fall of a needle can be heard.
Especially the black river, even more so.
Apart from the raging waves, one wave after another, crashing over the river surface, no other sounds can be heard.
However, with each wave crash, a terrifying black poison emanates from these waves, forming tornadoes of poison that block the sky and sun, striking towards the surroundings.
No matter how fierce the surrounding waves are, on the river surface, a golden spirit boat ten zhang long, quietly rests on the water, unaffected by the surrounding waves' rolling and roaring, remaining steady.
On the golden spirit boat, two figures sit on chairs, drinking and watching the surrounding waves.
The two are none other than Zhang Xiaohao and Hong Yi.
A week has passed since the last great battle.
